They lov’d and they rever’d, he thought,
Less than the wretches knew they ought;
And (as is usual) storm’d and swore
That they might love and rev’rence more.
His friends, alarm’d, in deep amaze
On him, and on each other, gaze,
Disgust, in either’s bosom bred,
Was shewn as diff’ring tempers led,
One bold and warm the taunts returns,
And with contagious anger burns,